The Cornell Box reminds me of the Cambridge Ladies. The woman is suspended in the sky like a privileged lady suspended from the realities of life. She floats in oblivion. Oblivious to her surroundings. Oblivious to others. She lives a sheltered life unaware of the struggles of those encompassing her existence. Her projects, while amiable, are posed for her progression in society and not from the kindness of her heart.
The Townsend painting reminds me of moss devouring a forest surface. Like the Cambridge ladies, the moss has grown from oldness and extended exposure. The Cambridge ladies have outdated ideas. Their backwards thinking notions inhibit their ability to comprehend themselves and the world around them. Their minds are infested by superfluous nothingness. Like moss their ideas are invasive and spread rapidly.
The Cornell Box reminds me of the Cambridge Ladies. The woman is suspended in the sky like a privileged lady suspended from the realities of life. She floats in oblivion. Oblivious to her surroundings. Oblivious to others. She lives a sheltered life unaware of the struggles of those encompassing her existence. Her projects, while amiable, are posed for her progression in society and not from the kindness of her heart.
The Townsend painting reminds me of moss devouring a forest surface. Like the Cambridge ladies, the moss has grown from oldness and extended exposure. The Cambridge ladies have outdated ideas. Their backwards thinking notions inhibit their ability to comprehend themselves and the world around them. Their minds are infested by superfluous nothingness. Like moss their ideas are invasive and spread rapidly.